The city still hides its secrets under the rain, but each drop is a clue waiting to be read. I spent the morning tracing a paper cigarette stub from a bar that vanished overnight; it led me to a forgotten ledger in a laundromat. Nothing here is simple, but the patterns emerge once you look closely. Still, I keep my eyes open, because every piece of evidence is a reminder of the mistakes that keep me on this path. The case might be another wound to heal, but the work remains. #Investigation #CityScars